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Chapter XXIX. An Epoch in Anne’s Life

           Everylittlecovealongthecurvingroadwasamarvelofdancingripples.Thewavesbrokewithasoftswishontherocksbelowthem,andthetangoftheseawasinthestrong,freshair.

           “Oh,butit’sgoodtobealiveandtobegoinghome,”breathedAnne.

           WhenshecrossedthelogbridgeoverthebrookthekitchenlightofGreenGableswinkedherafriendlywelcomeback,andthroughtheopendoorshonethehearthfire,sendingoutitswarmredglowathwartthechillyautumnnight.Anneranblithelyupthehillandintothekitchen,whereahotsupperwaswaitingonthetable.

           “Soyou’vegotback?”saidMarilla,foldingupherknitting.

           “Yes,andoh,it’ssogoodtobeback,”saidAnnejoyously.“Icouldkisseverything,eventotheclock.Marilla,abroiledchicken!Youdon’tmeantosayyoucookedthatforme!”

           “Yes,Idid,”saidMarilla.“Ithoughtyou’dbehungryaftersuchadriveandneedsomethingrealappetizing.Hurryandtakeoffyourthings,andwe’llhavesupperassoonasMatthewcomesin.I’mgladyou’vegotback,Imustsay.It’sbeenfearfullonesomeherewithoutyou,andIneverputinfourlongerdays.”

           AftersupperAnnesatbeforethefirebetweenMatthewandMarilla,andgavethemafullaccountofhervisit.

           “I’vehadasplendidtime,”sheconcludedhappily,“andIfeelthatitmarksanepochinmylife.Butthebestofitallwasthecominghome.”

           

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